The Dinner Party
Drawn by the mouse! Lettered by a computer! Oh, what a terrible future did this portend. And it wasn't even in colour. If you get this comic, you're a nerd. You can return to the list of old comics.
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Dr Quickly: I'm DISPLEASED with this placement. Rabid: The DINNER PARTY is in mere MINUTES. Dear Doctor! How can WE rearrange in TIME to suit your TASTES? Dr Quickly: There should be SOME fast determination of OPTIMAL SEATING... <<DING DONG!!>> Rabid: Someone at the door? ALREADY?! Salesman: HELLO!! I AM A TRAVELLING SALSEMAN!! Rabid: What do you SELL? And make it snappy, we're EXPECTING guests... Salesman: GUESTS, EH?! I'LL BRIEFEN MY SPIEL!! I SELL SOLVENTS AND SOLUTIONS FOR INTRACTABLE DIFFICULTIES!! Rabid: Oh REALLY? Come IN, come IN! Salesman: THANKYOU!! OH! A DIFFICULT TABLE SETTING! WHAT AN EXCELLENT OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO DEMONSTRATE MY WARES!! ... This puts me in mind of a similar problem I encountered in a dining hall for philosophers... Salesman: I'LL JUST SWAP THESE... AND SORT THESE... Dr Quickly: HOLD, YOU! Rabid, what CHARLATAN is this YOU'VE invited to DESPOIL MY SETTING? Dr Quickly: Wait a second... you've SOLVED the table setting problem... I was GOING TO have to sort it out myself! THANKYOU! How CAN I ever repay you?! Salesman: IT WAS NOTHING! BUT TO REPAY ME, YES... COULD YOU TELL ME THE FASTEST WAY TO VISIT ALL THE REST OF THE HOUSES IN YOUR NEIGHBOURHOOD? Salesman and Dr Quickly: HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! HA HA! HA HA HA!! HA HA HA! Rabid: I don't get it...